Literary Kicks

New Poems

Here are a few recently posted poems from Action Poetry
that have caught our eye ...

The Talmud by JTParreira
The Circle of the Lustful by therequired
Psychedelic by Silver-Golem

Wind's Arabesque

I like what you're trying to do –
this one

is a few drafts away from
being finished, I'd say.

The sally tree went pale
in every touch

I was standing watching you
take the leaves

as if your fingers
were walking on the ground.

J.T.Parreira

A Haiku

Windmills in the sky.
A Quixote goes breaking
one to one the clouds.

The Factory

Warhol, the dust has fallen

on the floor

a heart attack

of the ceiling close to our eyes

from the sky

light falls, your shadow

falls on the floor.

Confession: Charles Bukowski

waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed
I am so very sorry for
my wife
she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again:
“Hank!”
Hank won’t
answer.
it’s not my death that
worries me, it’s my wife
left with this
pile of nothing.
I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her
even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid
and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:
I love

you.

Confissão

À espera da morte

como um gato

que vai saltar na

cama

estou muito pesaroso

pela minha mulher

ela verá este

corpo

duro

e branco

uma vez e

talvez outra

o abanará

«Henri!»

o Henri não

responderá.

Não é a minha morte que

me preocupa, é minha mulher

sozinha com esta

pira de nada

não obstante

eu quero

que ela saiba

que dormir

todas as noites

ao seu lado

e mesmo os mais inábeis

argumentos

foram coisas

sempre esplêndidas

e as palavras

difíceis

que temi sempre

dizer

podem agora ser

ditas:

Amo

te.

(Tradução: J.T.Parreira)

The small feet of Pavlova

The small feet of Pavlova

flow in space; leaping

through invisible clouds of air.

Fragile dawns never touching the soil.

Her small golden feet

suspended as fish in

an aquarium of wind.

(To Anna Pavlova)

J.T.Parreira

Villegiatura

VILLEGIATURA by Joao Tomaz Parreira (JTParreira)
May 8, 2007 1:55 PM in Literary Kicks

We wait for cross the crowd
on the beach, we cross arms
photographic legs, breasts
raised for the fire of the beauty
we pass over sand castles, and the air
does not support our body
we fall into the sea
soon we will walk across the Atlantic.

(To Billy Collins)